Chu Xuanzhen's eyes held a smile, a stark contrast to his usual coldness. He picked up a lock of Shen Yangge's black hair, brought it to his lips, and kissed it gently.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" His voice was husky.
Shen Yangge swallowed. His mind was a jumble, and he no longer knew what he was doing. All he knew was that the man kissing his hair was devastatingly sexy.
Perhaps fooling around in broad daylight wasn't entirely out of the question...
[-Stop right there. Don't let him bewitch you!]
[-Have some principles.]
Chu Xuanzhen let the strands slip through his fingers. As they slid down one by one, they tickled Shen Yangge's neck, making him shrink back slightly. His round, almond-shaped eyes remained fixed on Chu Xuanzhen.
He hadn't even noticed the soul-stirring allure in his own eyes.
In the end, Shen Yangge couldn't resist taking the three fingers Chu Xuanzhen had used to hold his hair. He rubbed them gently for a moment before saying softly:
"Your Highness, have you forgotten who I am? I'm the Little Prodigy everyone in the Capital City talks about. Sweet words like 'In heaven, let us be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, let us be branches intertwined' come naturally to me."
Chu Xuanzhen clasped his hand in return, stroking his fingertips and the back of his hand. He lowered his head to kiss the corner of his eye and sighed. "I love hearing them."
"Tell me more."
Seeing that his teasing was about to stoke a certain someone's fire, Shen Yangge hurriedly put it out with a gentle shove. After all, he was still in pain. If they did it a few more times, wouldn't that kill him?
Shen Yangge made his refusal perfectly clear, his expression stern. "Your